Chapter 3: The Death of the Poison Maker
"The jamming rate and firing device failure rate of the H418 carbine is about 39,700 rounds per round, as for the bullet hitting a circular steel bar with a diameter of 0.7 cm at a distance of 25 meters, a ricochet occurs at the same time and returns to hit a knee target with a radius of less than 5 cm at a distance of 30 meters...... Computer analysis of the data suggests that the probability is zero. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info This is a chain reaction that cannot be calculated. Li Qing looked at the large-screen computer and kept falling into a full screen of digital matrix, but he couldn't analyze the calculation results.
"It's okay that you've got a problem with your arithmetic function set," Ding Yi muttered, "and it just happened anyway." ā
"You shoot so accurately, the big dog will definitely not believe your rhetoric, Ding Yi, a teammate killer." Zhang Yinghui gloated and gave Ding a thumbs up as he swayed restlessly in his chair. The first team of the special service team, the elite police team specially dispatched by the Danyun City police; A task force to combat major illegal biological product crimes in the Grey Spiral. "Big Dog" Lu Qi is the captain, Ding Yi, Chen Kefu, and Zhang Yinghui are the investigators, and the analyst Li Qing is the temporary staff, and there are a total of five people.
Ding Yi leaned back in his office swivel chair depressedly. He struggled to loosen his light tie. If it weren't for the case area, this thing would have made him hang himself and suffocate to death. "Where's the big dog?" Ding Yi asked.
"Isolation room." Li Qing pointed to the soundproof interrogation room that was visible in one direction. Lu Qi stared at Reilly with a grim face. Reilly replied with the same cold face. His nose was about to sink into the canyon of two fat cheeks. Two fists were lowered from the wide cuffs of the suit to the steel table. Lu Qi put away the copywriting and ended with a blank face. Through the real-sight transmission recorded by Li Qing's eyeballs, Lu Qi already has evidence that has put Reilly in prison. But in addition to this, the source of raw materials for foam, both on and off the shelves; Reilly declined to give any information. The Secret Service knows that these people are not afraid of torture, and they don't even feel pain - biohackers are the most adept at modifying their own physical limits.
Ding Yi stopped in front of the one-way glass, and Reilly tiredly propped up his sparsely haired forehead. The interrogation room is equipped with magnetic shields, designed to deal with the biohackers and genopunkers who have implanted communication chips in their bodies. The device must ensure that their mysterious means of communication are cut off, allowing them to communicate with the outside world at any time of their will. Ding Yi still couldn't help it, unscrewed the doorknob, and walked quickly to Reilly.
"175 cm, about 85 kg, gray suit, sunglasses, this person who appeared in your restaurant, who is he!" As he spoke, Ding quickly sketched the facial features of the man who fled with the suitcase in his palm.
Reilly raised his eyelids and sneered. "Ha, is he the person you're looking for?" Mr. Hacker seems to be a little interested in this.
"Hey, hey, I don't know who he is." Reilly scoffed, "Still, I'm guessing you're wondering what's in his box, right?" "It's clear that he doesn't belong to either side of the drug deal." ā
Ding Yi couldn't deny his curiosity, he pulled out the metal folding stool and sat down next to Reilly.
"Can you turn the thermostat up two degrees, a broken person like me who implants a magnetic device for himself always consumes more energy and gets colder than you." Reilly asked, clutching his hands.
Ding Yi stared at Reilly, turned on the projection thermostat on the wall of the door, and adjusted the temperature.
"Tell me the answer, don't ask me to do anything."
"I said, like you, I don't know who he is; He's just a medical seeker. Lei Li paused, and subconsciously glanced back at the intelligent surveillance, "In his box, there is a heart." ā
"So, he's looking for you to give him a heart replacement?" While it is not legal to sell or buy artificial organs on the black market, it is not worth the risk of fleeing at gunpoint in Tamyun City, and even if it is not an artificial organ, it will only be charged with a slightly more serious crime than stealing a vehicle.
"No, no, no, no, no, he's not that kind of officer," Reilly shook his head and emphasized, "he's going to replace his body, his heart for his body." ā
ā..... Is there a difference, it's different from replacing a heart for the body? Ding Yi suddenly couldn't determine if Reilly was playing tricks on him. As highly skilled biohackers, they often take on the role of general practitioners in the underground black market of Tamyun City, doing a job that ordinary doctors with common sense and ethics would never agree to do.
"You're completely wrong about the officer, the man, he's not replacing a heart for himself, he's looking for a body for a heart; A new, healthy living body! And that heart is also not man-made! It was an extremely rare and .....," Reilly said, black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"You.... Didn't you install a shield....."
"Of course, what's wrong?" Ding Yi suddenly noticed Reilly's symptoms, and his face had quickly darkened.
"Then why ....." The corners of his eyes kept bleeding and he was short of breath. Reilly had realized that he was trying to move his lips desperately and hard, trying to say something, but he couldn't speak. After a shudder, he collapsed on the table and died suddenly......
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